Zhao Mingjiu held the saber tightly, and the handle was covered with sweat. Even after experiencing countless life and death, he still could not withstand the pressure on his face. Currently, there are only more than a thousand guards at the Shiqiao Stronghold. As a forward outpost in the Kiev Plain,
When the war came, he was the first to bear the brunt. He looked up at the scorching sun and wrinkled his forehead. No matter what he was afraid of, he would not be able to escape this battle after all. Zhao Mingjiu was born in a humble background, and precisely because of his humbleness, he knew how to survive. In this world, all mortals are destined to die.
, if you must die, then face it bravely, because only with fear and real struggle can you survive.
Bang, a long knife cut through a graceful arc, glowing with a faint cold light. He raised the knife in his hand, Zhao Mingjiu's old-fashioned face showed iron-like fortitude, and his hoarse and rough voice reached everyone's ears.
At this time, Zhao Mingjiu showed his fierce look and his eyes widened with anger, "In the final battle to the death, we will rise up and fight until the death. We are the warriors of the Ruifeng camp, with swords like thunder and fire, attacks like the swift wind, we move forward in the face of battle and never retreat."
.Raise the weapons in your hands, cut through the sky of hell, inherit the light of darkness, we carry the glory, protect our families, and maintain the prestige of the Ming Dynasty. The glory of our ancestors is still flowing, and the great glory will continue. We will fight to the death
Fight, for the family, for the glory, for the supervisor, kill!"
Facing the overwhelming enemy forces and the tidal offensive, how insignificant an individual is, who is not afraid? Many young faces showed fearful expressions, and some people's hands trembled slightly. When Zhao Mingjiu's voice sounded in the stronghold,
, they seemed to be infected by something, and the lost courage slowly returned.
Suddenly, earth-shaking shouts erupted from the stronghold. The voices rose one after another, soaring into the sky and flying up to nine heavens. "We will fight to the death, for our family, for our glory, for our supervisor, kill... kill..."
"
The gate of the stronghold collapsed long ago. A group of soldiers in black armor looked ahead with bright eyes. They no longer had fear or hesitation. The Russian wave-like attacks were getting closer and closer. Zhao Mingjiu finally moved, "Stand up
With shields and crossbowmen ready, after a distance of thirty feet, within a quarter of an hour, scatter all the arrows, and the spearmen move forward, tightening their wings."
"Hoo...ho..." Even when faced with an enemy ten times their size, the soldiers of the Ruifeng Battalion remained calm. At this moment, whoever is afraid will die quickly. The horn of war finally sounded.
, behind the Russian infantry all over the mountains and plains, there is a man with bare arms and golden armor. He is tall and tall, with blond hair like a lion. His whole body bursts with surging strength. He holds two broad swords and has muscles on his arms.
He is a warrior who came out of the Caucasus, a killer nicknamed "Devil Hound". His name is Manrye. He has amazing arm strength since he was a child. He entered the Great Uvat Principality at the age of thirteen and followed the Yuri family to fight in all directions for fifteen years.
During this period, Manrye grew from a lowly wooden spearman to the best warrior under Yuri, and was named the Consul of the Lion Legion.
Manrye looked coldly at the battlefield in the distance, his tall body standing out from the crowd. The buzzing sound kept sounding, and the rain of arrows covered the sky, like a plague of locusts flying overhead. The Russians maintained a dense charging formation, facing
There was no place to hide from the swarming arrows, and in the blink of an eye, the person at the front fell to pieces.
However, the Russians did not stop, and they did not even bother to stop and take a look. They could only rush forward, because behind them stood the "devil hound". Manrye was not only cruel to the enemy,
They are also merciless to their own people. The Lions are Manuele's boss. He rushes when he wants and retreats when he wants. Those who disobey orders will only die.
There are not many soldiers and horses left in Russia today, and the Lion Corps is definitely an infantry regiment with the strongest combat effectiveness. The Lion Corps has strong combat effectiveness, which is forced by strict training. Manyer has formulated a series of cruel training
Measures, it is not uncommon to train people to death in normal training. In this harsh training environment, many people are forced to become war machines.
Zhao Mingjiu ordered an arrow rain offensive, but the arrows in the stronghold were limited after all. Facing the tide of enemy troops, the arrow rain seemed so weak. In less than a quarter of an hour, they ran out of arrows, and the men of the Lion Corps also crossed over.
In the death zone, they stepped on the corpses of their companions, raised their weapons, and burst into fanatical tiger roars, "Ula...Ula..."
Boom, the Russians hit them like hammers. Their attack seemed to have no formation or structure, but they were crazy enough. Several people hit the shields and pushed forward hard. Facing the spears that were thrust out at any time, they simply
Blocking it with corpses, more and more corpses were lying on the shields. The Russians behind them ignored them and stepped on the corpses as ladders, grabbing the shields and slashing down. Zhao Mingjiu gasped. Since crossing the Qiusuming jungle,
, this was the first time I encountered such crazy Russian soldiers. In order to break through the defense line, they almost ignored casualties. Due to the crazy actions of the Russians, there were countless casualties, and the thick shield array had already piled up into a mountain of corpses.
The soldiers of the Ruifeng Battalion were also stimulated. They are the most elite soldiers and the personal guards of the regent's division. They are absolutely as good as anyone. The crazy behavior of the Russians also aroused the ferocity of the soldiers of the Ruifeng Battalion.
Xing, one of them threw away his long knife and grabbed a long gun. There happened to be a Russian soldier who stepped on the corpse and stuck his head out, trying to jump over the shield. They all had quick eyes and quick hands and stabbed the soldier directly.
The Russian soldier's head was pierced, and the spear head was pierced from the back of the head. It was dripping with blood and mixed with white things. "Brothers, don't be afraid. The shield hand exposed the gap and retreated. The spearman fought with me."
Go up."
This crazy commander showed no fear. Under his influence, the morale of the shield soldiers was greatly boosted. They took the initiative to tilt their shields to expose the gaps. They all held long spears and rushed forward along the gaps. They had been fighting fiercely for nearly half an hour.
, a mountain of corpses had been piled up in front of the shield array before. Now, without the support of the shield, the corpses fell down. Many Russian soldiers standing on the corpse mountain could not react. They could not stand firmly on their feet and rolled down.
A captain's thick eyebrows stood up in anger. The damn oriental people actually removed their shields at this time. They didn't want to live anymore? What surprised him even more was that not only did the shield hand retreat, but those hiding behind the shield actually rushed forward.
When he came up, it was really unexpected. Are the Orientals insulting people? They are obviously at a disadvantage and yet they dare to take the initiative to attack.
Puff puff, many Russians did not expect that after the shields were withdrawn, the opponent would advance instead of retreating. Before they could react, they were stabbed to death by the heavy spears near the mountain of corpses. However, the Russian offensive only paused slightly, and then it was over.
With renewed ferocious momentum, the captain drew his broad sword and roared with red eyes, "The Orientals can't hold on any longer, pounce on them and kill them."
Countless Russians climbed up from the mountain of corpses and launched a frantic encirclement and suppression of more than 200 pikemen. The Lion Corps was bound to win the Shiqiao stronghold. They thought this battle would be won easily, and even the Easterners were under pressure.
, the possibility of voluntarily giving up was also very high. However, the battle process was not at all what they imagined. The Easterners were like mad dogs, relying on their strongholds to form an iron wall of defense. Facing this mass of iron, the Russian soldiers suffered countless casualties.
There are stumps and broken arms everywhere on the mountain of corpses. The weather is getting hotter now, and the heat wave is mixed with the smell of blood, which is even more pungent. The hot blood cannot be dried up. Walking past the mountain of corpses, everyone looks like an evil ghost crawling out of purgatory.
.Desolation, terror, and wailing formed a picture of death between heaven and earth. A Russian soldier jumped down from the mountain of corpses, held a pikeman in his arms and opened his mouth to bite him. The scimitar in his hand kept cutting down the pikeman.
He screamed in pain several times, and his arm was forcibly removed. The muscles were not completely severed and were connected to the severed arm on the ground. The Russian soldier had half a piece of meat in his mouth, but before he could be happy, there was a handful above his head.
The steel knife chopped hard, the knife was so powerful and heavy that the head rolled to the side like a bloody gourd.
This is the battlefield. There is no sense of artistic beauty. Some are just killing, and some are just how to kill each other. Once they are fighting together, there is no idea. The soldiers of Ruifeng Battalion are brave and good at fighting. They are known as the strongest battalion in the army. After all, they are no match for them.
The Russians came one after another, and more than two hundred soldiers were submerged by the tide in the blink of an eye.
This is the gap in strength. In the face of strong strength, any tactics, any formations, and any machinations are so weak. But their sacrifice is worth it. In less than a stick of incense, the shield soldiers have been retreating.
Arriving outside the stronghold wall, they re-formed a line of defense against the bluestone wall of the stronghold. Due to the obstruction of the wall, the Russians could not attack from both sides in a short period of time and could only charge head-on. This reduced the area under attack and was a disguised form of attack.
weakened the Russians' military advantage.
Zhao Mingjiu's face did not change at all, just like a dead face, and far behind, Man'erye was already angered. There were only more than a thousand Easterners, but in a short period of time, they killed more than a thousand people in the Lion Corps.
Since his debut, Manyer has never fought such a useless battle.
"Ah...roar..." Manyye roared, like a lion's roar, shocking people's hearts, urging the war horse under his crotch, he rushed towards the stronghold angrily, he wanted to personally participate in this battle, let Dongfang
People have seen how powerful a Caucasian man is. With his golden armor and war horse, Manrye is like a god descending from the sky. Seeing his figure, the Russians became more energetic and kept roaring. Getting closer and closer, Manrye
There was no fear, only excitement on his face. He grabbed the broadsword as a heavy horse, holding the broadsword in one hand, and slammed it against the shield. With a bang, everyone was stunned, even Zhao Mingjiu couldn't help it.
He frowned.
The shield in the middle was actually thrown out and hit the wall heavily. The three soldiers behind the shield were also knocked to the ground. Manrye urged the horse and mercilessly lowered the sword with both hands.
Soon, three Ruifeng Battalion soldiers were slaughtered before they could get up. Everything happened so suddenly. No one expected that Man'erye would be so fierce. He knocked away a thick shield with one hand. What an inhuman strength it was. Man'erye showed off his strength.
The Russians were inspired by the divine power and attacked even more fiercely. Zhao Mingjiu was horrified. Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew that even the two of them couldn't defeat this strong man in golden armor.
Manrye was like a tiger entering a pack of wolves, charging left and right, with no single general under his command. As the gap in the shield array became wider and wider, the entire defense line collapsed. The spearmen and swordsmen who were behind the shield array became even more
Unable to stop the swarming Russians, Manrye continued this killing nightmare like a god of murder.
Zhao Mingjiu's heart was bleeding, but he still restrained himself and stood at the door with a saber in hand. "Everyone retreated to the stronghold and relied on the terrain to resist."
After being beaten like this, Zhao Mingjiu didn't even think about living. At this point, he could only kill as many Russians as possible. The remnants of less than 200 soldiers were like bedbugs in front of more than 7,000 Russian soldiers.
They would be crushed to death at any time. Manrye looked at the stone bridge stronghold in front of him with disdain. He felt that victory was already in his hands. None of these Easterners could escape, and they would all become dead souls under his sword.
Boom, looking up, it turned out that a section of the wall collapsed with the attack. Victory was in sight, and the Russian soldiers excitedly rushed to the stronghold. Some soldiers of the Ruifeng Battalion who had not had time to withdraw from the stronghold were killed one by one by soldiers several times their own.
The enemy slaughtered.
Looking back, he saw corpses all over the ground. The sun was shining brightly, but there was a thick atmosphere of darkness under the dome. Under the scorching sun, it seemed as if he could see souls slowly rising. Manrye couldn't help but frowned. Unexpectedly,
A small stone bridge stronghold has lost so many people. This is just the beginning. As the battle deepens, how many will survive in the end?
Zhao Mingjiu has been resisting. He will not escape, has nowhere to escape, and will not surrender. There are many traps arranged in the stronghold, but these traps cannot stop the crazy Russians at all. There are fewer and fewer people around him, until he can no longer
No one else.
Zhao Mingjiu was covered in blood, with scars everywhere, his sword was hanging low, and his arms were bleeding constantly. He had turned into a bloody man, and his original appearance could not be seen. He was surrounded by fierce Russians. At this moment, it seemed that he was the only one left in the world.
, facing the scorching sun and sky alone.
However, the corners of Zhao Mingjiu's mouth cracked and he actually smiled. His smile was friendly and sarcastic. The hundreds of Russians around him couldn't help but shudder. The encirclement was also shaken and expanded. This was a
The terrifying Easterner, in this stronghold, countless Russian compatriots died in his hands. He smiled now, more like a bloodthirsty evil ghost.
One of the captains became so angry that he clenched his spear and shouted loudly, "Come together and kill this guy. He is already dead. Don't be afraid of him."
When the commander spoke out, more than a dozen soldiers immediately responded. They all held weapons and rushed forward with roars. Zhao Mingjiu wanted to raise his hand, but he had no strength, but he still had a little breath in his heart, "The glory of our ancestors is still there.
The flowing, great glory will continue. We will fight to the death, for our family, for our glory, and for our supervisor, kill!"